Consumption

Do I really need to move from this spot?
I have become very comfortable.
Though this lounge chair may have started to rot,
It is still close to the feast at the table.
I will continue to gorge myself here
While the legs of my seat begins to bow.
I know that there is nothing I need fear
When I ignore all that I need to know.
Passion must be driven forward by glut,
Smacking away the hands that reach in need.
I’ll just buy a new pad to hold my butt
As I wave for the meal to proceed.
When my heart makes the system fall apart,
I’ll claim others have the sin in their heart.